Monday, August 18, 2008

Limitation

No beauty can be match to one’s own eyes
Since it always depends on their perception;
To all shadows this principle defies,
Proving that beauty is nothing but projection.
Thus, the very same object seems distinct
Upon being analyzed by different minds,
Each of them bound to follow its own instinct
Producing forms and names of various kinds.
For turning into pleasure what is pain
To measure what I’m feeling is the aid.
If something is contained, it can’t contain-
With sound logic my judgment must be laid:
My object in itself is not so wide
Due to the lack of scope to have me inside.





Metre: Italian hendecasyllable

Demian Martins©2008 copyrighted in the National Library,Brazil

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